for it is here that the universe fears to believe
In the spirit of my soon return to the lovely city of Yellowknife, I've decided to share a few anecdotes about some of my adventures during my life in the Canadian Arctic.
Drunk people often had a habit of coming to the library where I worked on Saturday mornings at 10:00, right when we opened, and would go to the studying booths and sleep. Some of them thought they were clever, and laid out magazines in front of them, thinking that it would make it look like they were reading, not realizing that people don't often read with their face literally in the magazine while snoring. So, to have some fun, I'd often make a loud sound of some kind, such as banging a hardcover book against a metal shelf, and watch as they jump. Not a very polite and possibly morally foul thing to do, but hey.
Transcript from a conversation I overheard during the summer, close to midnight, on my walk home from work:
Guy #1: Is it bleeding bad?
Guy #2: No man, it's barely bleeding.
Guy #1: Are you lying?
Guy #2: No man, there's hardly anything.
Guy #1: Don't fuckin' lie to me, look at my hand! It's fucking covered!
Guy #2: Really, it's not that bad-
Guy #1: Fuck you! My head's fuckin' bleeding!
There many a liquor establishment to be found in Yellowknife, with names such as Coyote's, the Raven's Nest, and, the only real night club in the city, the White Fox. The most famous place, however, is the Gold Range (known to many locals as the Strange Range), which carries some national fame. Apparently, from what I've heard, at one point it was the biggest seller of liquor per capita in all of Canada. After 2:00 AM, once the bar closes, the street that it is on is literally FILLED, one block just full of people. It was quite an experience to see, in the midst of this small city, this street just full of people (albeit not necessarily the safest street of people to be in).
As a young'un, I used to play street hockey with a friend of mine, where I'd be in net (blocks of hard snow at first, which graduated to a plastic net), a rather common activity throughout the north and, I'd assume, the rest of the nation. One time, there was a scramble, and I was lying on the ground, trying to get the ball, and in the scramble my friend hit me in the chin with the stick, quite hard. At first my chin simply hurt really bad, but the worst part was when my chin expanded to Leno-proportions, and took on this disgusting shine to it. Apparently some blood thing broke, and it was like that for a week or two before it shrunk back down.
I think that's enough for now. I hope everyone is drinking as much egg nog as possible; you'll regret it later if you don't.
Drunk people often had a habit of coming to the library where I worked on Saturday mornings at 10:00, right when we opened, and would go to the studying booths and sleep. Some of them thought they were clever, and laid out magazines in front of them, thinking that it would make it look like they were reading, not realizing that people don't often read with their face literally in the magazine while snoring. So, to have some fun, I'd often make a loud sound of some kind, such as banging a hardcover book against a metal shelf, and watch as they jump. Not a very polite and possibly morally foul thing to do, but hey.
Transcript from a conversation I overheard during the summer, close to midnight, on my walk home from work:
Guy #1: Is it bleeding bad?
Guy #2: No man, it's barely bleeding.
Guy #1: Are you lying?
Guy #2: No man, there's hardly anything.
Guy #1: Don't fuckin' lie to me, look at my hand! It's fucking covered!
Guy #2: Really, it's not that bad-
Guy #1: Fuck you! My head's fuckin' bleeding!
There many a liquor establishment to be found in Yellowknife, with names such as Coyote's, the Raven's Nest, and, the only real night club in the city, the White Fox. The most famous place, however, is the Gold Range (known to many locals as the Strange Range), which carries some national fame. Apparently, from what I've heard, at one point it was the biggest seller of liquor per capita in all of Canada. After 2:00 AM, once the bar closes, the street that it is on is literally FILLED, one block just full of people. It was quite an experience to see, in the midst of this small city, this street just full of people (albeit not necessarily the safest street of people to be in).
As a young'un, I used to play street hockey with a friend of mine, where I'd be in net (blocks of hard snow at first, which graduated to a plastic net), a rather common activity throughout the north and, I'd assume, the rest of the nation. One time, there was a scramble, and I was lying on the ground, trying to get the ball, and in the scramble my friend hit me in the chin with the stick, quite hard. At first my chin simply hurt really bad, but the worst part was when my chin expanded to Leno-proportions, and took on this disgusting shine to it. Apparently some blood thing broke, and it was like that for a week or two before it shrunk back down.
I think that's enough for now. I hope everyone is drinking as much egg nog as possible; you'll regret it later if you don't.